"That sucks." He gripped her hand tightly and decided to never, ever mention just how tightly he was doing so, how much of that was fear. (In his head, the professor, yet again, went splat.) "I hope you guys could at least still have sex; otherwise I'd just have to feel bad for you."

He submitted to the pull, shuffling along inch by inch. There was no need to think, no need to consider the fear, when there was a force dragging him to the end.

Then for a moment the archangel's gaze actually focused on Re-l, instead of seeing through her to concentrate on the ledge beneath his feet and the cliff against his hand. And that gaze was old and apprehensive in a way only a being who had, suddenly, become something else entirely, become less than what they had been, could be. Then his face closed off and he snorted with affected disdain. "No. I'm human here. I used to be bigger than a skyscraper and now I'm stuffed inside this little bag of meat and bones. Souls are insanely compact, y'know."